I wanted Scooter’s vision of life frozen
in time...

...because I knew that soon I would no longer have her with me physically.

Scooter was—and will forever be—my muse. When I first brought this beautiful little girl home, I started taking pictures of her. The camera loved Scooter and vice versa. She had an incredible sense of self and would strike a pose as soon as she spotted the camera aimed her way.

When I knew that I was losing Scooter to cancer, I was determined to fill her life with what she loved most—being part of the action. I wondered what our everyday life looked like through her eyes. I knew what it looked like through mine. But what did she see? A few days before she died I attached a pet cam to her collar that would fire automatically every minute or two. Of course, I had no control over what pictures Scooter would take, just as she had had none over mine. But in some inexplicable way I felt that we had experienced photography together both by her watching me when I worked and by the years of my taking her picture.

Today, looking at Scooter's life from her perspective is one of the many ways that makes me feel she is still with me.